Figurative Language in House on Mango Street

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My mother's hair...is the warm smell of bread before you bake it.

The mother's feet, plump and polite, descended...

Our house with its feet tucked under like a cat.

Not the shy ice cream bells' giggle of Rachel and Lucy's family

It's as if he let go a million moths all over the dusty furniture.

...the moan of the wooden door as it opens

the day Angel Vargas learned to fly and dropped from the sky like a sugar donut

She is too many light-years away.